Drive home first

Disclaimer: This will add forays into scat, and i might continue down that path, if I manage to keep writing.

You needed some time to think now. The amount of choice to be had was incredible, but you definitely did not want to make ti too easy and thus have to free market for your fetish disappear suddenly.

Buckling Christina into the overlarge toddler seat, you drive home. Christina strokes your arm and questions: “What are you thinking about? I hope we can forget about the whole punishment?” “I think it’s OK now Christina, but until the next week, you will have to use a baby bottle. I think that is good enough as a punishment for now.”

Arriving in the suburbs where your house is, you park in your front yard. Your house is a rather huge affair, thanks to the yearly grant by the government for Christina. You managed to buy nice farm lookalike with reddish walls, with a rather large garden, enclosed by high bushes on all sides. While the house might be bigger than small, it certainly did not qualify as spacious. But it did fit you both. And the large garden allowed you to really enjoy having a petite girlfriend, as well enjoying her in your garden.

Shooing Cristina into the living room, you start to bring your stuff into the kitchen. Your girlfriend started to look at you pleadingly, but you handed her a cute bottle with pink unicorns containing a slush of oats and milk. She did understand and instead hugged your leg while drinking sitting cross legged on the floor.

After finishing that pizza for yourself, you retire to your living room. Large amounts of toys are strewn around in half the room, most of them being wooden, colorful building blocks. Christina was an architect during working hours, one successful enough to earn an average income and help with expenses quite nicely. At home she instead recreated her designs as garishly colorful but simple towers.

You definitely wanted one or more additional girlfriends, preferably petites. But if he created a rule allowing polyamory, he would increase demand for petite women drastically. And he might be sitting around having a decidedly smaller pool to choose from. Wrapping your mind around the problem does not lighten your mood that much. “Come here Christina, Nic needs a hug.” She crawls over to you and plops herself down on your lap. You start with a hug, but let your hand wander lower. She starts to coo but as you massage her abdomen she breathes a whispered “Be careful, I’ll fill my diaper.” just as a tinkle could be felt and her diaper enlarged quite a bit. You could even feel the warmth on your leg, this time a dry one.

“Nic, I am really full now. Please help me?” She was practically cuddling into you with big pleading, but loving eyes now. You lay her down on the floor of your living room. Grabbing a new diaper, you open up her panda onesie at the bottom and free her loins. Removing the straps from her now nearly full diaper, you open it to reveal a yellow tinges inside. Grabbing the antiseptic lobe, you start one of your favorite activities. Lathering up your right hand, you then start to slowly circle her anal pucker. Even after so many years she still starts to whimper while you stop short of inserting a finger and instead spread the lube around her. Just as you start to tickle her a small fart escapes her ring. Adding more lube, you then invade her with just the tip of your finger. “Nic that isn’t necessary, puhlease.” “And we’ll keep doing it Chrissie, as long as we both actually like it.” You can see a glistening sheen on her labia betraying her shame. As you further insert your finger to stimulate her ring, you can feel it receding and start to lose all resistance. Returning your finger probe to her outer ring, you can see a brown sausage fighting to reach fresh air. It hangs in the air like an unfinished bridge before breaking off and falling into the diaper, as more and more of her is pushed outside. A small mountain of brown landscape is created within the yellow desert of her diaper. As it starts to fall against her spread buttocks, you continue to keep up the tickling of her ring, which has lost all contraction. Even with that the brown waterfall of doughy consistency slows down to a trickle. Now you can see a large cave entrance between your girlfriends loins which beckon for an intrepid explorer, one who has done this journey many times.

Taking your index and middle finger, you slowly take up the journey into the cavern. On the way brown boulders obstruct your passage further. Excavating these leftovers you continue further into her deeper cavern. You keep taking more and more of the antiseptic deluge with you. After multiple retrievals you seem to have cleaned out her warm and moist cavern, copious amounts of lube coat every crevice that could be reached. Removing her now full diaper, you place a new one under her. All this has left you with an aching need. You can feel a steel rod trying to pierce your jeans. Her anal cavity beckons for a deep expedition with your rod. As free yourself from the clothy prison, her eyes beckon you deeper. spreading the remaining lube on yourself, you slowly push into her. Even gaping as it was, it still presents a slight resistance. The lube allows you to push past any ridges within her. When your abdomen bumps against her mound, you have reached her as deeply as you can.

Retreating from her dark depths you start a seesaw motion. Deep within her friction allows you rush towards you own sexual summit. Her breathing is by now shallow and ragged, her female folds a wellspring of humidity. Suddenly her breathing stops as you can feel her emit a veritable flood from her folds, drenching both of you. This triggers your own storming of the summit, ramming your rod deep into her caverns, you can feel her ridges scrape against you. All this and you feel a rumbling within yourselves, as your own lubricants jet down your rod, spraying her insides in your colors. Taking big deep breaths, you slowly retract yourself from her. “I love you.” is the first verbal contribution to this episode. You kiss her in reply and cradle her within your arms.

“Nic, that was awesome. I thought you’d punish me, but this was so awesome. From now on, please be my dominant man in my life. Even when I will still sometimes have bouts of anger. Please always knock me down and treat my with so much care but so much directive **** as you just did. I’ll be yours forever.” The combination of your focused thinking and announcing a punishment seemed to have pushed you into a domineering mood. But which seemed to have been perfect for both of you.

“From now on, I’ll try to be more often like that. But that means you’ll lose quite a bit of choice within our home. And since you have wet my appetite now, I’ll hardly back down. I can pretty much promise you, that you’ll have extra duties from now on. Starting with cleaning me, or specifically from now on, your lollipop!”

Putting her back into the diaper, you then allow her to lick all around your loins, before she start to nurse on your cock. She even takes licks around the sensitive top to improve upon the lollipop game.

Enjoying her loving looks as she enjoys her newest and unending lollipop, you hit upon a new idea for a new rule.